Chapter Two
*~*~*
Harry woke up, feeling cold marble under his butt and soft hair under his head. Completely idiodically, he thought that he'd fallen asleep in the common room before the fire, resting against Crookshanks or Parvati's cat Whizzbang.
Then he realised that he was in the middle of a corridor, the hair under his cheek was blonde, and somebody was sending him very nasty vibes.
Memory flooded back, and with it, horror.
"Well," Draco said coldly, "nice to see you've come around. As you can see, your spell knocked us both out. By my watch, it's nine-thirty. This means we've missed dinner, so I'm hungry. Congratulations."
"Shut up, Malfoy," Harry said absently. We have to get upstairs to the common room before Ron and Hermione notice I'm gone. I can tell them that I went for a walk or something; they'll buy that. I can duck by the kitchens first, and get something to eat."
"Potter," Draco said in a voice that sounded like honey laced with strychnine, "you will have to survive without Weasel and Mudblood for a little while. Becuase until this charade ends, you will be getting to know the Slytherin Common Room very well."
Having said that, he managed to manuever himself into a sitting position. "Now, on the count of three, push," Draco muttered, teeth gritted as he felt Harry fit himself against Draco's back. "One - two - three!"
Draco pushed; Harry pushed; for a moment their behinds were locked into some kind of furious wrestling match, and they were standing up.
"Well, that wasn't so hard," Harry muttered. "This way."
"Who made you boss?" Draco asked furiously. "I said we were going to Slytherin Common Room. Dumbledore said that the odminant male leads."
"Since when did you listen to Dumbledore?" Harry asked. "I say we go to the Gryffindor Common Room."
He started walking, and Draco held his ground. For a moment both were struggling, and then Harry felt something like a curtain drop over him, covering his entire body.
'What have you done now, Malfoy?" he asked in complete exasperation.
"I didn't do anything," Draco snapped, trying to look over his shoulder. "Ha!" he said. "You're invisible, which means I'm dominant, which means I win and you lose. Slytherin Common Room it is."
It was hard, walking with the someone who was tied to you. It didn't help that help that Harry draged his feet at every opportunity, or kicked Draco in the back of the legs, or tried to stop dead.
But a Malfoy was nothing if not stuborn. He bore the kicks and stops with as much as grace as he could, until he came to the stairs that led down to the Slytherin Common Room .Jumping down the first three, he had a moment's satisfaction as Harry stumbled against him - and then they were both falling, bouncing off the steps and each other in a tangled heaps of arms and legs.
Draco landed on the bottom - there has to be something wrong here, he thought - Harry pressed against him. Not for the first time, he wondered why exactly Dumbledore had felt the need to humiliate him so thoroughly.
Harry lay flat o his back, feeling Draco try to breathe and the way his muscles flexed under his robes. This wasn't fair. Why had Dumbledore done this? Wouldn't it have been easier, and less disruptive to simply gove Harry and Draco both detentions?
But that's not what he wanted, part of him whispered. He wanted you to learn something.
Since Harry was sure it wasn't that Draco's ass clenched when he was mad, he tried to roll of the other boy. His hair was untidier than usual, and his robes ahd come undone down the front. He blushed.
Draco almost gave in to the temptation to lean against Harry's back, just for something to lean against, but restrained himself just in time. His carefully brushed blonde hair was all over, and he was panting. Out of the corner of his eye he saw tufts of black hair, which meant that he'd lost dominant male status.
From around the corner came sounds of singing. Draco only had time to register shock before Peeves bounced around the corner, toppling any statue or portait he could reach. Several subjects clustered together, shouting at him. He poked his tongue out at them and stopped.
"Why, it's the Malfoy Boy!" he crowed gleefully. "What's he been getting into, then?" He stopped dead, and a shocked look crossed his pale features.
Draco winced; he knew what was coming.
"Potty wee Potter!" Pevves shouted. "What are you doing down here - with the Malfoy Boy?" Then he nodded. "I get it." He sailed off, and Draco let out a sigh of relief.
Just a few moments too soon, however.
"POTTER IS SLEEPING WITH MALFOY! EVERYBODY LISTEN! MORTALS, GHOSTS, PORTRAITS, LEND ME YOUR EARS! POTTER AND MALFOY!"
"Merlin damn that poltergeist," Draco muttered, now pink. "He's nothing but a pain in the -"
Sounds echoed from above. It sounded like everyong had heard Peeves and was now running down for a look. Forgetting Harry attatched to his back, Draco leapt upright and bolted for the Slytherin Common Room.
He appraoched the false wall reluctantly. Trying to get a look over his shoulder, he decided to take a chance and believe that Harry had vanished.
"Flesh eating candy apple," he whispered, face as close to the door as he could get it, so that Harry woudn't hear the password.
"What the Hell do you mean, 'flesh eating candy apple'?" Harry asked. "That's a stupid password."
"Oh, yeah? What's yours then?" Draco asked.
Harry blushed red and muttered something about roses. "Hermione picked it," he said defensively. "I think it's better than yours, anyway. Or the one for the prefect's bathroom."
"You know the password to the prefect's bathroom?" Draco asked, then another realisation hit him. There was no way to get free of Harry. Dumbledore had said so. That meant -
Bathing together.
Sleeping together.
Sharing a chair.
"Dear Lord, no," Draco whispered.
Harry snorted. "It's not like I'd come in while you were in there, Malfoy," he said, turning a brighter red than the Weasley's hair.
Draco decided wisely not to enlighten Harry at that particular moment. He didn't think he could have voiced this new thought out loud anyway. Instead, he walked into the Common Room, dragging Harry behind him.
It was dark, crowded, and severely lacking the air of togetherness found in it's Gryffindor counterpart.
Faces pressed out from the shadows, and Harry recognised a few: Blaise Zabini, Pansy Parkinson, Malcolm Braddock...
"Get out of my way," Draco snapped to the First Year in front of him. The girl looked up, and, instead of fleeing as Harry had expected her to do, snapped, "kiss my ass on your way to Hell."
"Careful, Jayde," Draco snapped.
Pushing her none too gently to one saide, he walked up a flight of stairs that obviously led to the boy's dorms.
"Who was that?" Harry asked as Draco thought about sitting down. "You've got no right to treat kids like that. You're a prefect, you're supposed to help them."
Draco snorted. "It's Jayde Parkinson, let Pansy worry about her. And you shut up. You're not supposed to advertise the fact that you're here."
Harry watched as Draco pulled a pair of black silk pyjamas from under his pillow.
"Please - tell me you're joking."
"No joke, Potter," Draco replied grimly. "I'm going to bed. I guess that means you have to come too."
*~*~*
Harry woke up, feeling cold marble under his butt and soft hair under his head. Completely idiodically, he thought that he'd fallen asleep in the common room before the fire, resting against Crookshanks or Parvati's cat Whizzbang.
Then he realised that he was in the middle of a corridor, the hair under his cheek was blonde, and somebody was sending him very nasty vibes.
Memory flooded back, and with it, horror.
"Well," Draco said coldly, "nice to see you've come around. As you can see, your spell knocked us both out. By my watch, it's nine-thirty. This means we've missed dinner, so I'm hungry. Congratulations."
"Shut up, Malfoy," Harry said absently. We have to get upstairs to the common room before Ron and Hermione notice I'm gone. I can tell them that I went for a walk or something; they'll buy that. I can duck by the kitchens first, and get something to eat."
"Potter," Draco said in a voice that sounded like honey laced with strychnine, "you will have to survive without Weasel and Mudblood for a little while. Becuase until this charade ends, you will be getting to know the Slytherin Common Room very well."
Having said that, he managed to manuever himself into a sitting position. "Now, on the count of three, push," Draco muttered, teeth gritted as he felt Harry fit himself against Draco's back. "One - two - three!"
Draco pushed; Harry pushed; for a moment their behinds were locked into some kind of furious wrestling match, and they were standing up.
"Well, that wasn't so hard," Harry muttered. "This way."
"Who made you boss?" Draco asked furiously. "I said we were going to Slytherin Common Room. Dumbledore said that the odminant male leads."
"Since when did you listen to Dumbledore?" Harry asked. "I say we go to the Gryffindor Common Room."
He started walking, and Draco held his ground. For a moment both were struggling, and then Harry felt something like a curtain drop over him, covering his entire body.
'What have you done now, Malfoy?" he asked in complete exasperation.
"I didn't do anything," Draco snapped, trying to look over his shoulder. "Ha!" he said. "You're invisible, which means I'm dominant, which means I win and you lose. Slytherin Common Room it is."
It was hard, walking with the someone who was tied to you. It didn't help that help that Harry draged his feet at every opportunity, or kicked Draco in the back of the legs, or tried to stop dead.
But a Malfoy was nothing if not stuborn. He bore the kicks and stops with as much as grace as he could, until he came to the stairs that led down to the Slytherin Common Room .Jumping down the first three, he had a moment's satisfaction as Harry stumbled against him - and then they were both falling, bouncing off the steps and each other in a tangled heaps of arms and legs.
Draco landed on the bottom - there has to be something wrong here, he thought - Harry pressed against him. Not for the first time, he wondered why exactly Dumbledore had felt the need to humiliate him so thoroughly.
Harry lay flat o his back, feeling Draco try to breathe and the way his muscles flexed under his robes. This wasn't fair. Why had Dumbledore done this? Wouldn't it have been easier, and less disruptive to simply gove Harry and Draco both detentions?
But that's not what he wanted, part of him whispered. He wanted you to learn something.
Since Harry was sure it wasn't that Draco's ass clenched when he was mad, he tried to roll of the other boy. His hair was untidier than usual, and his robes ahd come undone down the front. He blushed.
Draco almost gave in to the temptation to lean against Harry's back, just for something to lean against, but restrained himself just in time. His carefully brushed blonde hair was all over, and he was panting. Out of the corner of his eye he saw tufts of black hair, which meant that he'd lost dominant male status.
From around the corner came sounds of singing. Draco only had time to register shock before Peeves bounced around the corner, toppling any statue or portait he could reach. Several subjects clustered together, shouting at him. He poked his tongue out at them and stopped.
"Why, it's the Malfoy Boy!" he crowed gleefully. "What's he been getting into, then?" He stopped dead, and a shocked look crossed his pale features.
Draco winced; he knew what was coming.
"Potty wee Potter!" Pevves shouted. "What are you doing down here - with the Malfoy Boy?" Then he nodded. "I get it." He sailed off, and Draco let out a sigh of relief.
Just a few moments too soon, however.
"POTTER IS SLEEPING WITH MALFOY! EVERYBODY LISTEN! MORTALS, GHOSTS, PORTRAITS, LEND ME YOUR EARS! POTTER AND MALFOY!"
"Merlin damn that poltergeist," Draco muttered, now pink. "He's nothing but a pain in the -"
Sounds echoed from above. It sounded like everyong had heard Peeves and was now running down for a look. Forgetting Harry attatched to his back, Draco leapt upright and bolted for the Slytherin Common Room.
He appraoched the false wall reluctantly. Trying to get a look over his shoulder, he decided to take a chance and believe that Harry had vanished.
"Flesh eating candy apple," he whispered, face as close to the door as he could get it, so that Harry woudn't hear the password.
"What the Hell do you mean, 'flesh eating candy apple'?" Harry asked. "That's a stupid password."
"Oh, yeah? What's yours then?" Draco asked.
Harry blushed red and muttered something about roses. "Hermione picked it," he said defensively. "I think it's better than yours, anyway. Or the one for the prefect's bathroom."
"You know the password to the prefect's bathroom?" Draco asked, then another realisation hit him. There was no way to get free of Harry. Dumbledore had said so. That meant -
Bathing together.
Sleeping together.
Sharing a chair.
"Dear Lord, no," Draco whispered.
Harry snorted. "It's not like I'd come in while you were in there, Malfoy," he said, turning a brighter red than the Weasley's hair.
Draco decided wisely not to enlighten Harry at that particular moment. He didn't think he could have voiced this new thought out loud anyway. Instead, he walked into the Common Room, dragging Harry behind him.
It was dark, crowded, and severely lacking the air of togetherness found in it's Gryffindor counterpart.
Faces pressed out from the shadows, and Harry recognised a few: Blaise Zabini, Pansy Parkinson, Malcolm Braddock...
"Get out of my way," Draco snapped to the First Year in front of him. The girl looked up, and, instead of fleeing as Harry had expected her to do, snapped, "kiss my ass on your way to Hell."
"Careful, Jayde," Draco snapped.
Pushing her none too gently to one saide, he walked up a flight of stairs that obviously led to the boy's dorms.
"Who was that?" Harry asked as Draco thought about sitting down. "You've got no right to treat kids like that. You're a prefect, you're supposed to help them."
Draco snorted. "It's Jayde Parkinson, let Pansy worry about her. And you shut up. You're not supposed to advertise the fact that you're here."
Harry watched as Draco pulled a pair of black silk pyjamas from under his pillow.
"Please - tell me you're joking."
"No joke, Potter," Draco replied grimly. "I'm going to bed. I guess that means you have to come too."